Boxed Out Fenced In
Poems Of A Chapter In Life
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The transition from life to death. Your subscriptions, prescriptions, and renditions now mean nothing. The tight rope that you have balanced your life on was just cut. From a person, to meat. Where does the soul escape the body? Is it through the mouth? Were the thoughts were spoke. Or is it through the eyes was such were provoked? Through our noses, Nostalgic times. Through your feet, your legs, your vines. Is it through our hands remembering life's touch? I imagine a dead mind doesn't recall that much.
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About the Book
These are just words that came into my hand, that fell into stanzas on a paper. thoughs with much depth and hints into understanding the inter workings of my mind
About the Author
My friends would call me and old soul, or a free spirit. Those are both essentially true. I am also a slave to the clock, and society. Success and happiness go hand and hand in my life